On the huge booth, there were two rows of tables, twenty seats, and nineteen young and beautiful girls with different temperaments sat in their respective seats, doing the final inspection of the auxiliary items they were carrying.

The host, Lyn, walked to an empty table, glanced at the signature of the small sign on the table, and asked the alternate saints, "The first stage of the competition is about to begin, so which of you has seen the candidate saint of Tifa?" ”

"Tifa, maybe you're lost again?" A girl with bright brown wavy hair and a literary atmosphere spoke with some uncertainty.

This is the headquarters.,How good is this guy who can get lost.。 Lin rubbed her temples with a little headache, there is really no one in the church who doesn't know Tifa, the first confused person among the candidate saints of the Money God Sect, a tomboy with a heroic personality, and has quite serious road idiot attributes.

At this moment, the crowd under the booth suddenly became a little restless, and a handsome tomboy with dark blue broken hair took a girl's hand and squeezed out of the crowd.

"Ah, sorry, sorry! I'm lost again. The new tomboy didn't care about the strange gazes of the people around him, and showed a hearty smile to his colleagues on the stage.

Dressed in a black men's dress, dressed like a handsome aristocratic teenager, if it weren't for her bulging chest, she would really make people think that this is a handsome guy, handsome like a prince in a fairy tale.

"Thank you, Phil. Thanks to you, otherwise I would have hung up in this first stage. The tomboy smiled and said to the girl beside him with a mysterious flush on her face.

As a member of the underground organization "Prince Support Group", Fei'er looked at the sunny smile of the prince in her heart, and only felt that her heart was beating a little fast. Fei'er lowered her head, covered her red cheeks, and said with some twists: "It is my honor to be able to show the way for His Royal Highness the Prince. ”

So this guy Tifa must not become a real saint! Nina, who was sitting in the first row, looked at the red cheeks of the girl named Fei'er, and couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth. I always feel that if this guy Tifa becomes the saintess of the Money God Cult, it will cause a strange atmosphere called "Lily" to appear in the areas within the influence of the Money God Sect.

I crackled and made calculations again for a while, familiar with the feel. Nina nodded with some satisfaction. After a few days of adaptation, the use of the abacus and its special mantra have been deeply imprinted in my mind. With the abacus, his arithmetic ability, which was originally in the middle of this year's alternate saintess, should be able to greatly improve and squeeze into the strongest people.

Nina narrowed her eyes as she looked at the brown wavy girl sitting on her left, and the flame of fighting spirit in her eyes was blazing. With this abacus sent by Ed, he should have the capital to compete with Vivien, a non-human.

Vivien. With her eyes closed, she has terrifying mental arithmetic abilities close to those of ordinary magic energy calculators. It can be said that in the first stage, she is the terrible mountain that all the saint-in-waiting needs to face and overcome.

Lin raised her hand and took out her pocket watch to check the time, then took a deep breath, "The first stage. Countdown to the competition, three-two-one, start! ”

Almost at the same time, twenty alternate saint-in-waiting opened the first page of the account book at the same time.

The sketchers quickly recorded it on paper.

The crackling sound of the plan was rhythmic, and Nina, who was the most moving for a while, became the focus of the whole game. The appearance of this new arithmetic item in Nina's hand has made many people a little baffled.

What is this saint-in-waiting doing? Playing the game again or playing music? Just listen to the voice, even though it has a rhythm. But it doesn't seem to sound very good. For Nina, who was the most moving, people couldn't help but send curious and confused looks.

However, there are naturally some outstanding wisdom in the audience, looking at Nina's solemn face and making calculations, turning the page quickly, these smart people seemed to have thought of something, and their eyes suddenly revealed a trace of horror, and then. But it's fanaticism. The percussion-like thing in the hands of the Saint-in-Waiting, Nina, is definitely a new type of arithmetic tool.

Being able to use it in the first stage of the competition means that this arithmetic tool does not cost more than ten gold coins to make?!

There are scholars who will naturally have scumbags, otherwise where would the scholars find a sense of superiority, and there are indeed a few existences in the alternate saintess group who are not very good at arithmetic.

Let's say sit behind Nina. Joan of Arc wrote on scratch paper with a stern face on the plan for the holy war and the program of action for the revolution.

and the [Treasure Hunter] Adri, who was sitting on the left side of Joan of Arc, this guy just opened the account book and fell asleep on the table before he could even look at it.

“…… Uh, I can't. As an art student. Counting or something, it's really not something I can touch. In the first ten minutes, another math scumbag in the alternate group of saints was declared dead, and the young girl with two emerald green ponytails turned into mosquito coils in her eyes, and fell on the table with a prostrated appearance.

"Theo, are you sure you want to give up?" Seeing that the youngest of this year's alternate saintesses fell on the table, looking like she couldn't get up again, Lin hurriedly stepped forward and asked.

On a piece of scratch paper on the right hand side of the street girl, Pope Nicholas's simple sketch is vivid, but Lynn, who has a good eyesight, also found a point in this sketch, which is made up of numbers!

Another poor poor baby with a crooked skill tree? The corners of Lin's mouth twitched twice, and drawing such a picture in ten minutes, this kind of painting ability is simply terrifying to a realm.

Theo, the alternate saint of the Cult of the God of Money, is a rising star in the painting world of the Divine Grace Continent.

The little painter named Theo looked like he had half of his soul flying, looked at the amiable Sister Lin with teary eyes, and trembled and handed the paper with a digital portrait in his hand to Lin, "I can't do it." This is the result of my calculation during this time, Sister Lin, please take it to the judges to score it. ”

The first stage of the selection of the Holy Maiden of the Cult of Money God is a ten-point settlement, and the scores given by the three judges are combined to calculate the final average score that is the final score of the first stage.

Pope Nicholas: 1 point, the drawing is good, the little girl keep up the good work!

Mathematician Schunand: 0 points, it's a pity that I only saw a draft graffiti. Well, by the way, I was blown away by Miss Theo's drawing skills.

Sister Eric: 5 points, the little guy is very good, the drawing is lifelike, and what surprised me even more is that it is actually said to be a painting made up of numbers.

"Alternate Saint Theo, first stage score, 2 points."

Theo, a young witty girl, patted her flat chest and exhaled secretly. Theo, who originally thought he could only score zero points, was pleasantly surprised to find that he had won two points. Fortunately, I used to go to Grandma Eric to brush up on my presence, and Grandma Eric is really good!

……

"So what's the use of this first phase?" Ide looked at the scene on the booth with a tangled face, and couldn't help but complain.

The final score of the Holy Maiden selection is 100 points, the first stage accounts for 10 out of the total score, the second stage accounts for 3 out of 10 points, and the third stage, which is the search for the dragon's treasure, accounts for 6 out of 10 points.

"Of course, this is a warm-up exercise, how can you not have a brainstorming before the official start of the competition?" In response to Id's complaints, Ms. Marty chuckled twice and explained to Id, "In fact, in the past, this count-threaking was actually the final round of the final round of the selection of the Holy Maiden of the God of Money. But this year is different, the decisive competition has become the search for the treasure of the dragon under the instructions of the God of Money, and it can be said that the advantage of the top student has been greatly suppressed. ”

"Moreover, don't think that this ten-point competition is not exciting, except for those scumbags, Lord Yide, haven't you noticed that the other group of scholars have already started fighting. The invisible smoke on the booth was filled, and for this group of perfectionists, ten points were also a matter of contention. (To be continued......)